(Yeah)
Eating fruits by the dozen
Na, wait a minute
Ain't got no lyrics
Man please the critics
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
If you don't se me that's because I work
Work at home where the best work
Make up the beat, for sure it's some heat
Give me dolla, but not for the collard
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
Bitch bitch bitch, stop bitching
Stop snitching, stop the fisting
Stray Boi already got the flow
But I can't the handle the bass hermano
Péladeau the richest hoe
Primo bro, no oh no, catch the flow, the lego got low dose of padre coke
Cómo está, young Traynada, señorita
Esta puta, mamacita, piña colada
No hablar, como te llamas
My name is Jayah, el papá
Crystal Meth mon mec, c'est Stray Boi
Tu sais que c'est la nouvelle tendance
Ben oui, yah
Hey, yo, the chigga been struggling
A.k.a ling ling and he got the bling bling
And then Willmor with his killing flow
Mixing everything and we found a dead body on the floor
Young human being sipping on some Eska
Tryna' get hydrated, we ain't got some Naya
Don't fool me, I ain't scared of Baba Yaga
If you tryna' to touch me, I will tell your mama
Hell no, little boy u can't sit with us
Never mind, I don't care you will miss the bus
Don't forget to thank the bus driver, yo
Never mind, I will set you on fire yah
Get on my dick, suck on my dick
Everybody come and eat this dick
Shut the f*ck up, grind on my cock
Ski Mask said better eat this dick
Bitch said she doesn't wanna' come
That's not a problem 'cause you knew I'd bring your f*cking mom, damn
Damn, homie where you been you know we keep it clean
Like mister Bean not like Charlie Sheen
Wanna' go in the backward, it might be awkward
I only want to shoot you in the head like old yella
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(Yeah)
Eating fruits by the dozen
Na, wait a minute
Ain't got no lyrics
Man please the critics
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
If you don't se me that's because I work
Work at home where the best work
Make up the beat, for sure it's some heat
Give me dolla, but not for the collard
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
Bitch bitch bitch, stop bitching
Stop snitching, stop the fisting
Stray Boi already got the flow
But I can't the handle the bass hermano
Péladeau the richest hoe
Primo bro, no oh no, catch the flow, the lego got low dose of padre coke
Cómo está, young Traynada, señorita
Esta puta, mamacita, piña colada
No hablar, como te llamas
My name is Jayah, el papá
Crystal Meth mon mec, c'est Stray Boi
Tu sais que c'est la nouvelle tendance
Ben oui, yah
Hey, yo, the chigga been struggling
A.k.a ling ling and he got the bling bling
And then Willmor with his killing flow
Mixing everything and we found a dead body on the floor
Young human being sipping on some Eska
Tryna' get hydrated, we ain't got some Naya
Don't fool me, I ain't scared of Baba Yaga
If you tryna' to touch me, I will tell your mama
Hell no, little boy u can't sit with us
Never mind, I don't care you will miss the bus
Don't forget to thank the bus driver, yo
Never mind, I will set you on fire yah
Get on my dick, suck on my dick
Everybody come and eat this dick
Shut the f*ck up, grind on my cock
Ski Mask said better eat this dick
Bitch said she doesn't wanna' come
That's not a problem 'cause you knew I'd bring your f*cking mom, damn
Damn, homie where you been you know we keep it clean
Like mister Bean not like Charlie Sheen
Wanna' go in the backward, it might be awkward
I only want to shoot you in the head like old yella
Hello, no one is available to take you call
Please leave a message after the tone
Unfortunately, this project has come to an end
Please go back to your occupations and we'll give you a call next time
Eating fruits by the dozen
Na, wait a minute
Ain't got no lyrics
Man please the critics
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
If you don't se me that's because I work
Work at home where the best work
Make up the beat, for sure it's some heat
Give me dolla, but not for the collard
My boy is a thot slayer
You can't repair her
She got already chopped
By the master of the thots
Bitch bitch bitch, stop bitching
Stop snitching, stop the fisting
Stray Boi already got the flow
But I can't the handle the bass hermano
Péladeau the richest hoe
Primo bro, no oh no, catch the flow, the lego got low dose of padre coke
Cómo está, young Traynada, señorita
Esta puta, mamacita, piña colada
No hablar, como te llamas
My name is Jayah, el papá
Crystal Meth mon mec, c'est Stray Boi
Tu sais que c'est la nouvelle tendance
Ben oui, yah
Hey, yo, the chigga been struggling
A.k.a ling ling and he got the bling bling
And then Willmor with his killing flow
Mixing everything and we found a dead body on the floor
Young human being sipping on some Eska
Tryna' get hydrated, we ain't got some Naya
Don't fool me, I ain't scared of Baba Yaga
If you tryna' to touch me, I will tell your mama
Hell no, little boy u can't sit with us
Never mind, I don't care you will miss the bus
Don't forget to thank the bus driver, yo
Never mind, I will set you on fire yah
Get on my dick, suck on my dick
Everybody come and eat this dick
Shut the f*ck up, grind on my cock
Ski Mask said better eat this dick
Bitch said she doesn't wanna' come
That's not a problem 'cause you knew I'd bring your f*cking mom, damn
Damn, homie where you been you know we keep it clean
Like mister Bean not like Charlie Sheen
Wanna' go in the backward, it might be awkward
I only want to shoot you in the head like old yella
Hello, no one is available to take you call
Please leave a message after the tone
Unfortunately, this project has come to an end
Please go back to your occupations and we'll give you a call next time
Writer: Véha Bernier, William Morin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid